Great Dao Ji

"What is a dreamer?" 》

A topic on Hummingbird has aroused many people's thoughts.

Under this topic, there are many videos including Garuda's video. These videos were shot by different people, appeared in different places, and were in different countries.

The only similarity is that they all mentioned the word 'dreamer'.

The reason why this topic attracted the attention of many people was because the owner of that account offered a high price reward for any information about the dreamer.

The reward amount is as high as one million eagle dollars, and a piece of information is worth one million eagle dollars!

The huge gimmick certainly attracted countless onlookers, and at the same time, it also attracted the attention of some dreamers.

Soon, the first dreamer appeared in the hummingbird and told what happened to him.

"That was one day more than ten days ago. I played games all day, and I lay down to sleep. I don't know how I entered that dream, but it was not a beautiful dream."

"The people in the dream were very cruel, even more hateful than the law enforcers of the Golden Eagle Kingdom. They bullied me severely, took away my wealth, and broke my legs! God, I didn't do anything, just When I greeted a beautiful lady, I just held her hand."

"Barbaric, ferocious, uncivilized! They are all a group of barbarians. God, you don't know what happened to me. There are corpses on the road, wild dogs are eating the corpses, and murders can be seen everywhere."

"Oh God, please save your most devout believer. I haven't closed my eyes for three days. As soon as I close my eyes, I will dream of that nightmare."

The personal account of a suspected dreamer quickly resonated with a large number of people, especially after the first person received a million dollars in compensation, and then the second and third people appeared.

However, what surprised countless people was that these dreamers were in extremely miserable conditions. Many of them didn't even have enough to eat, and some even died in their dreams.

But even if they die in the dream, they will still have dreams when they sleep again, and they will be much worse than the first time.

The personal accounts of the miserable dreamers, who were so miserable, also revealed a layer of mystery about the dreamers.

A time ratio to reality is 30:1, 100% real, and may even return with power, like a 'dream' that only appears in movies, novels, and comics.

Let countless people express their envy.

This is simply equivalent to extending a person's life thirty times, and being able to witness a completely different world. What a blessing this is?

What an adventure?

"Standing on horseback and wielding a sword, a lot of gold is like dung. Wearing a green shirt and walking on dangerous peaks. Accompanied by beauties. Walking on the moon in search of fragrance. Such a world. Such a world."

"Thirty times the time, I would live less than a hundred years. Rounding it off, it would be three thousand years!"

"I'm curious, a bunch of 'not white' people can go, why can't I go? Ah~~"

"Hate it!"

Immediately, a group of miserable dreamers were sprayed like dogs. Everyone thought that they had wasted such a precious opportunity and wished they could go on their own.

Especially the countless Daxuan netizens who climbed over the wall or saw the repost, their eyes turned red with jealousy.

A group of "not white" guys can get in, but they can't get in. There is no way, how can they not beat their chests.

Not to mention the heaven-defying effect of being able to return with strength, and not to mention that one can live ten days longer than others after sleeping. Just a 100% real 'dream game' that does not affect study and work can make countless people envious. Hate it.

Unfortunately, even Daxuan and Golden Eagle, which have such powerful computing power as artificial intelligence, are unable to deduce the conditions on which dreamers are selected in the 'Dream of Royal Power'.

Is it really random?

"Huh~"

The slightly turbid air flow flew out from the open door like a sword, drifting for dozens of meters, condensing and not dissipating.

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes. The events that had happened in the world in the past ten days had passed through his mind, and the voice of the three-hearted blue soul boy also sounded at the right time:

"Mr. Monster, I have been watching you for thirteen days."

Perhaps because An Qisheng resisted Russell's first suppression, the three-hearted blue soul boy's attitude towards An Qisheng seemed more gentle.

"Your aura is getting stronger day by day, and the scope of your influence is getting wider and wider. Such progress is really enviable."

The three-hearted blue soul boy said.

In the past thirteen days, it was the only one that witnessed An Qisheng's progress.

It could clearly feel what kind of changes had taken place in An Qisheng's body. This change was not only physical, but also reflected the entire world.

If we say that more than ten days ago, An Qisheng's aura was dotted across many areas of the entire planet, now, those countless dots have been connected.

It's like becoming a big net.

If he can fill all the holes in the 'big net', he will become the uncrowned king of this planet, in the words of this planet.

It is the God King, God, the Creator God.

Every move can cause changes in celestial phenomena, vicissitudes of life, the birth and death of species, and the evolution of organisms.

In the world of Youlin, or the world of witch gods, such people already have the possibility of being promoted from the 'short-lived species' to the 'long-lived species'.

Even, with enough time and opportunity, there is still the possibility of becoming an 'immortal species'.

"Everything comes naturally, what's there to envy?"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

He is not as talented and beautiful as Gu Changfeng. Not counting the non-stop deductions in the dream, it has been more than 150 years.

Such an achievement is indeed not worthy of envy.

Just as picking up money on the ground is naturally an enviable thing, no one would envy the same amount of money earned from twisting steel bars on a construction site exposed to the scorching sun for a month.

"In the past thirteen days, more than ten people have come to see you, and there have been many phone calls."

The three-hearted blue soul boy jumped out, flicked it from the air, and pulled out a 'wave' invisible to ordinary people.

Bo~

With a flick of the Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Boy, the 'wave' disappeared into nothingness, and any information carrier was as familiar to it as hands and feet:

"I responded to your message and answered the phone according to your tone."

Phew~

An Qisheng stood up slowly, and many images passed through his eyes:

"The road is going faster, but there is nothing we can do."

With the spread of Qi seeds and the condensation of the planet's magnetic field, his perception of the world has become infinitely stronger. Even without leaving home, what is happening in various countries around the world cannot be hidden from his eyes.

The emergence of a new force, whether good or bad, will inevitably collide with the old order until it merges, or one of them is eliminated.

He originally planned to take this step slowly and take ten or twenty years to do it. Unfortunately, Russell started it early and the Alien Gate came, so he had to do it.

But he had already done it, so he naturally had nothing to regret, so he could only slowly control it.

Fortunately, this dreamer is not randomly selected. It has its own mechanism and will not select too heinous people.

After the turbulent period, calm will eventually return.

"At least Russell was suppressed."

The three-hearted blue soul boy flapped his wings and comforted softly: "Mr. Monster, without you, all creatures on the planet at this time will be pulled into the nightmare and undergo the baptism of despair again and again by the nightmare army."

Saved me too.

The Three-Hearted Blue Soul Boy is somewhat lucky. If An Qisheng failed to resist Russell, it would be doomed.

"It's too early to say a crackdown."

An Qisheng only said one sentence, then he grabbed the blue soul boy and stuffed it into the dream: "A complete dream must have its rules. All creatures in the dream must follow this rule. Just look at the rules, you Can we defeat and suppress Hydra?"

Lan Lingtong was still struggling subconsciously, but when he heard the words 'Suppress Hydra', he immediately calmed down and allowed An Qisheng to stuff him into a dream.

Buzz~

An Qisheng looked sideways and saw that the 'statue of royal power', which was the carrier of the dream, was buzzing, and seemed a little overwhelmed.

The material is too poor. Even with the blessing of aura, it is not an easy task to seal the giant snake.

"Russell."

An Qisheng stretched his arms and felt his heart bulging.

In the final analysis, the dream is based on his 'divine flower'. Everything that happens in the dream, whether good or bad, is a kind of tempering for his spirit.

Although the consumption is large, the benefits to himself are also considerable.

Especially Russell, although he has been greatly weakened, his divine will is unprecedentedly powerful. Even though it was divided into countless parts and stuffed in the "Dream of Royal Power" for many years, it also caused a great burden on his mind. .

If you want to completely suppress it, you need to attack it in the dream and weaken it bit by bit until it is completely suppressed or eliminated!

Huhuhu~

In the endless torrent of information, spirit, and pictures, Russell drifted with the flow.

Nightmare Rule 1: Follow the rules of the nightmare you are in.

As a descendant of the Nightmare Hydra, Russell has a lot of experience fighting against his kind and is fully aware of this truth.

The collapse of any dream must start from the subtleties.

It was already unrealistic for him at this time to destroy this dreamland that was obviously composed of the spirits of countless short-lived species.

Because this world is an extraordinary desert, without any soil for extraordinary existence. Once both sides are harmed, it is very likely that he will be irreversibly affected, and he will have no choice but to return to his ancestral land in despair.

And this is a path that any descendant of the Nightmare Hydra is more unwilling to choose than death.

Russell spat out the letter with a cold expression on his face: "I will let you know how terrible it is to drag the great descendant of nightmare into a dream."

boom!

The complicated pictures and the long river of spiritual convergence crashed down hard. Russell made no resistance and allowed himself to be submerged.

Trance.

dark.

confusion.

narrow.

piping hot.

Suddenly, Russell woke up.

As soon as he felt it, he frowned. He was stuffed into an extremely weak body, and it was a dead body that was about to rot under the scorching sun!

"Such a method is ridiculous"

Russell took a deep breath and felt a faint qi that was familiar to him in the hot desert air.

A dreamland with otherworldly soil?

Russell didn't make any unnecessary moves and looked up into the distance.

This is a boundless desert, with howling winds and yellow sand all over the sky. There are no traces, and there seems to be nothing that can threaten him.

The divine will will not be damaged if it is pulled into a nightmare. It will only be weakened if it has emotional ups and downs in the dream, or even if it is killed by others.

He didn't believe that the short-lived creature that could construct the dream would not know, but what made him weird was that it seemed that it really didn't.

Even if he stayed for a long time, he didn't wait for anything at all, but was exposed to the scorching sun.

He felt a little thirsty and tired

ps: I recommend a book called "The First Evolution" by the infinite flow peak boss, the book of the comeback boss, cough cough, you read it right, the dog is asking for py.

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